Anarchist Freestyle
I'm an arnachist
Hop on a beat like taking seat i'm conversating it
I kill and i murder rappers move around like a satanist
Can't even maintain or retain they know that I'm dangerous
Kid of the block I see them flipping flopping afraid of us
Built by the struggle like the gutter was made for us
Made the bread and butter but there's still ain't no changing us
Remeber first time when I took home a kilo
Couldn't trust kin so I stook with the alias
Got bars on my mind you wasting your time
You tryna diss me I saw the vision and murder you first
You still writing you verse rehearse
Got you a hearse
You bunch of snacks I eat you like a dried desert
Define a jerk that's me i'm a piece of work
Finding solice in the deep where the creepers lurk
I got honours in the streets like i read for thirst
If you follow what i teach it could free your curse
Finally discovered the plan
I can't afford to be all over the place
Like a bitch in a bridge full of demons and witches different religion
Criminal on subliminal mission to clear pieces
Take em to the cemetery body bag all the snitches
Clean the whole place with cocain and strippers
All I see around me is snowflakes and bitches
Pretty little shawties with no names or pictures
Running round these rappers in pj's and slippers
Playing who go catch them a weekday religion
Hop on a beat like taking seat i'm conversating it
I kill and i murder rappers move around like a satanist
Can't even maintain or retain they know that I'm dangerous
Kid of the block I see them flipping flopping afraid of us
Built by the struggle like the gutter was made for us
Made the bread and butter but there's still ain't no changing us
Remeber first time when I took home a kilo
Couldn't trust kin so I stook with the alias
Got bars on my mind you wasting your time
You tryna diss me I saw the vision and murder you first
You still writing you verse rehearse
Got you a hearse
You bunch of snacks I eat you like a dried desert
Define a jerk that's me i'm a piece of work
Finding solice in the deep where the creepers lurk
I got honours in the streets like i read for thirst
If you follow what i teach it could free your curse
Finally discovered the plan
I can't afford to be all over the place
Like a bitch in a bridge full of demons and witches different religion
Criminal on subliminal mission to clear pieces
Take em to the cemetery body bag all the snitches
Clean the whole place with cocain and strippers
All I see around me is snowflakes and bitches
Pretty little shawties with no names or pictures
Running round these rappers in pj's and slippers
Playing who go catch them a weekday religion
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Writer(s): Tshegofatso Scott
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